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| With so much drama in the LBC, it's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O Double G | |
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| But I somehow, someway, keep comin' up with funky ass shit, like every single day. | |
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| May I kick a little something for the Gs. And make a few Ns as I breeze through 2 in the mornin', and the party's still jumpin' | |
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| Cause my momma ain't home. I got bitches in the livin' room, gettin' it on, and they aint' leavin' until 6 in the mornin'. | |
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| What'chu wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers, and my homeboys do too. So turn off the lights and close the doors. | |
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| But, but what? We don't love them hos. Yeah, so we gotta smoke an ounce to this. Gs up, hos down, while you muthafuckers bounce to this. | |
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